Female Novel
Chapter 1045: Dignity
Chapter 1045: Dignity
Camille couldn't put into words what she felt deep down; it was a bit maddening. She didn't want her
inner turmoil to show to Preston, but her patience with him had run out. Even saying one more word to
him felt exhausting.
She was genuinely tired.
If given the choice, she'd prefer working late into the night rather than talking to Preston.
No matter what Camille said, Preston had already made up his mind.
Because he believed it was because of Ayan that she had been acting this way. He said, "Cami, is it
because Ayan have feelings for you that you've completely fallen for him again, and that's why you
can't see his flaws, that he's manipulating our relationship, and you don't realize he's controlling the
bond between us?"
"Preston, we're friends, right?"
"Of course."
"If we're friends, then why is there no trust and honesty between friends? Just because I'm married to
Ayan, it doesn't mean I have to involve all my friends with him. We're both independent individuals, and
we have our own friends and personal space. Our friends don't have to know each other, so how can
you say he's undermining our relationship?"
The two of them stood just a few meters from the entrance of a tall building. There was quite a bit of
foot traffic, so no one paid them any attention.
However, yesterday's incident had garnered a lot of attention, and since the matter hadn't been entirely
resolved yet, Camille was worried about paparazzi lurking around, catching her with Preston. It wasn't
because she felt guilty about being seen with Preston, but she didn't want any further attention at this
sensitive time. Grandpa had already ordered Ayan to handle the situation discreetly, so she wanted to
avoid reigniting any media interest.
Camille concluded, glancing at her wristwatch. She looked at Preston and said, "I really have work to
do. If you came here just to say that Ayan has manipulated our relationship, I've already explained it to
you. If you're not satisfied with my explanation or think I'm biased, I don't know what I can do to make
you believe me. Preston, if you think I've changed, then you can choose not to be my friend. I think
becoming strangers might be the best resolution, what do you think?"
Afraid that Camille might walk away, Preston immediately asked, "Cami, does this mean you've chosen
Ayan after all?"
Preston couldn't understand why, despite treating Camille better, she had chosen Ayan. Was it because
she loved him?
Preston took a deep breath without uttering a word, his expression filled with frustration and
disappointment as he confronted Camille. He said, "You're just a love-struck fool. Do you think he's
perfect in every way? If he ever changes his mind, you'll be left heartbroken. Don't you remember how
he treated you before? Have you forgotten who you are? Are you so humble that you can't live without
him? You've already divorced. Why can't you completely leave him, Camille? Do you have no self-
respect or dignity?" Preston practically shouted, each word filled with anger and condemnation.
The way he questioned her was nothing new to Camille, but this was perhaps the first time he'dnovelbin
confronted her face to face. At this moment, Camille saw the grotesque expression on Preston's face,
and she felt frozen, as if something had locked her in place, rendering her motionless.
Her expression was unattractive. Her eyes held a deep sense of indifference as she looked at Preston.
She opened her mouth, maintaining her composure. After a few seconds, she finally spoke, "Yes, I am
helpless. I am lowly, is that enough for you? Are you satisfied with this answer? Is there anything else
you want to say now?"
Camille felt extremely exasperated. Even though they were friends, there should be some basic
boundaries, especially considering they were of the opposite sex. More importantly, there was already
a strain in their relationship due to these issues, which he seemed unaware of. He believed he could
say anything to Camille, and this was something she couldn't accept.
Camille's emotions were in a terrible state, but Preston didn't seem to notice. She felt that what she had
just said was a way of venting her frustration. She felt that he wasn't really paying attention to what she
was saying and continued to push his own agenda. Preston persisted, "Cami, can we find a place to sit
down and talk slowly? I understand that you're upset right now, and you can't accept my suggestion
immediately. After all, you've loved Ayan for so many years. It's impossible for you to just leave him.
But now you're divorced. Since you're divorced, why not cut ties completely?"
Preston had always insisted on Camille severing ties with Ayan, ideally never interacting with him
again. This was a goal that he had never shown any sign of compromising on.
Preston was quite persistent, and he was starting to brainwash Camille again. The more he talked, the
more he convinced himself that he was right. Why couldn't Camille see it his way? It was as if he was a
teacher trying to educate a stubborn student, putting in a lot of effort but with no effect.
In such a situation, a teacher would naturally become frustrated.
Preston's gaze, now quite displeased, bore down on Camille, and his dark eyes stared at her icily,
making Camille feel an unfamiliar chill in his eyes. Even though she had always had a sense that she
never truly understood him, she had never felt him as intimidating as she did now, despite being in
broad daylight.
Camille silently observed Preston, his voice still persisting. He was trying to convince her to leave
Ayan, warning her not to be manipulated and deceived by him. Camille, however, was only hearing his
words without truly listening. She wasn't a child; she had her own eyes and ears, and she would make
her own judgments.
However, at this moment, she felt she couldn't confront Preston head-on. She sensed danger and had
known Preston for many years, so she was somewhat aware of his capabilities and craftiness. If he
could make Molly willingly devote so many years for him, he must possess some degree of cunning.
So much had happened over the past half-year that Camille felt the need to tread carefully in every
step she took. She didn't want to create any more trouble and hoped to avoid any unexpected events.
For that reason, Camille chose not to confront Preston. Instead, she looked at him and said, "I need
some time to think about what you've said. You know that long-standing habits and feelings can't be
simply cast aside. Please don't rush me, okay?"
Preston was momentarily taken aback, seemingly surprised that Camille was showing signs of change
so quickly.
But he was pleased, and a visible warmth spread across his face. He said, "Cami, that's the right
attitude. No one in this world can't survive without someone else. A girl should live with dignity."
Camille agreed, "You're right."
Then she asked, "Can I go upstairs now?"
Preston frowned, "Are you really that busy?"
Camille replied, "Yes, I've been quite busy lately."
Preston simply nodded. His face showed signs of wanting to say more but hesitating, yet Camille
pretended not to understand, not wanting to ask further.
Her only thought at the moment was to leave as soon as possible. She didn't want to spend another
second with Preston.
While Camille's mind was preoccupied with leaving, Preston couldn't figure out how to voice the
request that had been weighing on his mind.